Rachel makes a costly mistake

The cop's expression hardened as he tucked the license and registration into his pocket. "Since you're refusing to cooperate, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Rachel stepped out of her car, slamming the door behind her with enough **** to make the cop flinch. She strode past him, her heels clicking on the pavement, and leaned against her car, arms crossed. "Well, if you're going to search my car, just get on with it," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. The cop blinked, taken aback by her aggressive stance. "I'm not searching your car," he said firmly. "You're just getting a citation. But if you're going to be difficult, I'm going to have to ask you to come down to the station." Rachel scoffed. "For what? So you can harass me some more?" The cop's eyes narrowed.

The cop's eyes narrowed at Rachel's sarcastic remark. "I'm not harassing you, ma'am. I'm just doing my job. Now, I'm going to give you a citation for your taillight, and you're going to sign it and get it fixed. That's all." Rachel scoffed again, rolling her eyes. "You think I'm going to give you my signature?"

The cop sighed, his patience wearing thin. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a notepad and pen. "You don't have to sign it right now. Just make sure you sign it and get your taillight fixed within the next 30 days." Rachel leaned back against her car, having a look at the citation the officer gave her.

"What?! $500?!" Rachel gasped at the ticket. "It's not like I have cocaine in the car!"

"Well, ma'am, since you've been giving me a har-" the officer stopped dead in his tracks, before a wry smirk crossed his face at what Rachel just said. "What was that? You have cocaine in the car?" he asked cheekily.

Rachel's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of panic crossing her face. "I... I was just... making a joke," she stammered, her earlier bravado evaporating. The cop's eyebrows shot up, but he didn't comment on it. Instead, he took a step closer to Rachel, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Ma'am, you've given probable cause for me to conduct a search," the officer continued with a smile.

"No no no," Rachel started arguing, "I do not give my consent for you to search the car."

"I don't need your consent since I have probable cause," the officer grinned, "and besides, I'm not searching the car. I'm searching you. Go ahead and turn around and put your hands on the hood of the car, please."